The Recipe

[Verse]

Peep the scene

Me and the shorty on the slide-off

Pop the top off the St. Ides

She type lady-like

I hit her with ice

"Sip this in your glass," as she sat with class

Legs crossed in my living room, radio on blast

She said, "You're known for poppin’ styles with the best of us"

I told her, "With no particular flow, I'm ambidextrous

Long as the beats are knockin'

We can take it to the "Sunshine" or the "Streets is Watching"

Stay pretty, or get gritty"

Noddin’ the head in agreement, sippin' St. Ides through a straw

The crooked letter had the game flowin' like never before

Aye-yo, here's the recipe, cop the S.T. 

Play the low with something sexy and let it flow

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